Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 27, 2021 20:58:45 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Talor Prime - Guest Lobby]As Jov sat down with the rest, she felt a gentle nudge against her mind from Ic. It was brief, but seemed to be filled with concern, and considering whom he had just walked away from she could guess what he was concerned about. "I know," she told him silently, lacing her thoughts with a touch of reassurance. "I'll talk to him before anything happens." This would be so much easier if Shavan was a telepath... It was going to be difficult to warn him verbally without causing a scene. Hearing the word 'poison' spoken a couple of times brought her back to those sitting near her, and she noticed Josh waving a device over his food. "Fvadt![fn]Romulan expletive[/fn] I forgot to bring my tricorder." She had been planning on making sure there was nothing amiss in the food or beverages served... But she'd been a bit distracted after leaving the hot springs. Oh well, nothing she could do about it now. So she took another sip of her wine, and picked up the pronged utensil to sample what had been set in front of her, briefly imagining Kaelpra sitting beside her and excitedly explaining each item to her.
Tag Ic ArbrellSoft Felicity Ellis Joshua Niles Myker Vulbrix
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L'Sho
Civilian
Primary Eggplant
Posts: 60 Likes: 4
Position: Talorian Ambassador to the UFP
Species: Talorian
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Post by L'Sho on Oct 27, 2021 21:12:42 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Guest Lobby] Noticing the strong and graceful way the Talorian moved, and the wry grin that followed everything, Shavan’s own intrigue and satisfaction grew. Of course, he was at least somewhat aware of who he was talking to; aware of the complicated diplomatic situation, that L’Sho was powerful, and potentially dangerous, and that many at this table seemed to be avoiding involvement with him. That only made him want to do it more. Copying L’Sho’s way of handling the utensil, he took a bite of the let’ki. It was, indeed, delicious. Meanwhile, he considered an answer to the question, aware of the audience and other eyes on them. While his feelings toward home, and both sides of his heritage were complicated, there remained a strong pride in where he had come from. “My people enjoy fine food and each other’s company.” His dark eyes lingered on the Talorian’s at the last part. ”On Orion, social events involve a lot of dancing, passion… and happen often, yes.” [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]"We are similar in this regard, it seems," L'Sho pointed out, seeming satsified with something. He took a sip of wine, returned the goblet to the table and continued speaking with Shavan. His words were for the Lieutenant alone, yet his voice was loud enough to carry. "Our important social events will begin at sun set, and continue until the following sunrise. Allies are met, bonds are deepened, bellies and beds are filled."The humans were much too prudish to understand or appreciate the wealth of personal business that can be completed without the restraints of their societal norms and rules. They clipped their own wings. They were soft, they were sensitive, they were... Scanning the food. Ambassador L'Sho set down his eating utensil, and picked up his wine again. His gaze fell on Joshua Niles. "Perhaps our humans would like to order from the children's menu," he offered aloud, though there was nothing remotely generous about his tone.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Joshua Niles , softs table.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Oct 28, 2021 11:58:57 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Guest Lobby] Shavan nodded when L’Sho said the important social activities would begin after sunset. It was a relief to hear that they weren’t going to be expected to simply sit here politely all night. Of course, he knew that other things were not always just about pleasure— and anything that happened tonight would be no exception. In a way, everything was a potential transaction. And with that understanding, it was indeed beginning to sound more like they weren’t so different after all. Though that didn’t stop the shiver of desire that went through him when L’Sho’s smoldering gaze fell on him, and the way he mentioned filling beds. He met the look with a satisfied smile. “Yes. I’ll be interested to see how much so.”
Though a momentary interruption came when Shavan followed L’Sho’s glance down the table, to see Lieutenant Niles apparently scanning his food for poison… in plain sight. Now, he had nothing at all against the tactical officer, but really? He took a longer drink of wine, biting back a laugh at L’Sho’s unamused retort. L'Sho
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Oct 28, 2021 20:52:17 GMT
{Quoted Posts} [ LT Joshua Niles - Guest Lobby, Talor Prime ]{Spoiler}{Quoted Post(s)} [Felicity Ellis - Guest Lobby]Quietly, she felt like under different circumstances, she would agree with Jovireh. Had she been elsewhere when the scene with the kret'kala went down, she likely would have been disappointed. But one shouldn't let the strict truth interfere with a good dinner party story. When Niles commented that it was more of Rin than he'd want to see, Felicity chuckled. "Imagine having a front row seat," she returned, then shook her head, amusement still evident in her voice. "At least he wasn't entertaining the local habit of undress." She took a sip of her wine, which was sweet but also had quite the powerful punch in aftertaste, and added, "Still, I've had worse things waved in my face."Jesting aside, that was certainly true. Automatically, her gaze sought out the formerly airborne Lieutenant, attempting to ensure that he wasn't feeling any awkward after-effects. When the Ambassador announced that it was time to eat, Felicity with glass in hand, made her way toward the table and lowered herself carefully, trying to avoid standing on one of the strips of her robe and causing another scene. She ended up sitting Lotus pose on the cushion, which had some bounce to it. The warm floor was pleasant against her bare feet and despite the unknown of the meal they were about to face, she found that she was hungry. "This should be most interesting," she said, obviously determined to make the best of things.
Tags: Jovireh Velal , Joshua Niles , soft table. [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]The Ambassador's soft glow of a gaze was all for Shavan Th'zhaar as he lowered himself gracefully into his seat, and answered his query. "Everything."L'Sho always wanted to know everything, and always took all there was to give. But then, a rare, and wry, grin. "But I will begin small." There was some movement caught in his periphery, and the Ambassador knew it was his ha'la without needing to look. He raised a hand and waved it, dismissing the other Talorian. With absolutely no facial reaction, T'Rok sidestepped and moved away from L'Sho's side. He settled in a seat further down toward the other end. It was clear that his Kam'Do was occupied and did not require his immediate presence. The monks began to file back into the room, each carrying trays of plates of an ice-blue colour. They sparkled brightly in the flickering candlelight. The servers stood in a perfectly straight line, arranged before the long table. "Guests," L'Sho began, voice raised again as he shifted his attention from Shavan to the rest of the room at large, "Our first course. This is one of our most popular dishes: I present you all with spiced let'ki[fn]Sea creature, not unlike Earth's eel; a delicacy served boiled and with garal.[/fn], served on a bed of garal[fn]Seaweed.[/fn] with a ramba[fn]Red alcoholic liquid; sweet with a slight burn.[/fn] reduction." In perfect unison, the monks stepped forward and placed the dish before each diner. They then busied themselves with topping up everyone's glasses. "Kamara d'k'tra, let."[fn]Traditional meal blessing.[/fn] He carefully picked up the two-pronged utensil, and speared some of the already sliced let'ki. "Do tell me of your people's social interests, Lieutenant. Do they enjoy events such as these, or do their proclivities lay elsewhere?"
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar . Softs: Joshua Niles , Rin Zakir , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix , Jovireh Velal [ Myker Vulbrix - Guest Lobby - Talor Prime] Myker was paying attention to the conversation between The Commander, The chief and Niles as they continued to discuss the incident of the day that Zakir will never live down if this conversation was anything to go by. He had no interest in commenting on that situation since his attention had been entirely elsewhere. If he'd had the chance he'd much rather have been spending his time with the sentient creature they'd encountered and not the people surrounding him. He didn't express this though, choosing to stick to being polite as they made their way to the table. He followed the lead of those around him, plopping down on the cushion his legs crossed. It wasn't going to be comfortable for long but he'd cross that bridge when it came around. While he wasn't sat next to the commander because he really didn't want to hold a conversation with her at present but he was close enough to hear her comment and she was clearly going to make the most of it. "The worst that could happen is they poison you, you will be missed." he piped up, not serious although one wouldn't tell given his flat delivery. It also wasn't an entirely far fetched notion that the Ambassador would poison some of them if his dislike was anything to go by. The idea of different foods didn't bother him in the slightest, it was something to learn from and grow from. The ambassador soon announced the first course, there was a definite aroma in the air from the meal but Myker couldn't say it was particularly unique. When the monk set a plate in front of him, Myker nodded a small thanks before the server busied himself with something else. Felicity Ellis for Felicity mention of Joshua Niles and Jovireh Velal and general tag for table There wasn't much to be said after the call to sit down came, and as luck would have it, it turned out one of the nearest available seats was near the Commander's. Well, this was a social event all right, but it was still on Talor Prime, and as L'Sho's guest, both factors that actually rankled to some degree. But, maybe it was misplaced pride, he wasn't about to let the former Primary see him sweat or run off. No way in hell. However, seeing how there were no chairs but instead cushions around a low table, Niles immediately felt like doing just that. Or, at least, hobble away as fast as the pain in his leg would allow him... and he found himself cursing having left his cane behind. This was going to be less than fun all right. In fact, it took him what felt like nearly an eternity to lower himself to the cushion, and his bum leg was extended under the table, which at least was wide enough he wasn't likely to be playing footsies with someone else. Then, the first course was announced. Seafood. Of course it would have to be seafood, and he found that a glass of wine appeared past his shoulder just after his food had hit the table. Well, time to start... but safety first. His small, single-purpose scanner came from his pocket and he waved it over every component, rewarded every time with a silent green light. Nothing that wouldn't play nice with his meds. Though, with what Vulbrix said, Niles had to shake his head. "Let's just say I've learned to be a little more... circumspect about food and drink since I was accidentally poisoned on shore leave." Myker Vulbrix Soft to everyone else at the table. [ Myker Vulbrix - Guest Lobby - Talor Prime] Myker was paying attention to the conversation between The Commander, The chief and Niles as they continued to discuss the incident of the day that Zakir will never live down if this conversation was anything to go by. He had no interest in commenting on that situation since his attention had been entirely elsewhere. If he'd had the chance he'd much rather have been spending his time with the sentient creature they'd encountered and not the people surrounding him. He didn't express this though, choosing to stick to being polite as they made their way to the table. He followed the lead of those around him, plopping down on the cushion his legs crossed. It wasn't going to be comfortable for long but he'd cross that bridge when it came around. While he wasn't sat next to the commander because he really didn't want to hold a conversation with her at present but he was close enough to hear her comment and she was clearly going to make the most of it. "The worst that could happen is they poison you, you will be missed." he piped up, not serious although one wouldn't tell given his flat delivery. It also wasn't an entirely far fetched notion that the Ambassador would poison some of them if his dislike was anything to go by. The idea of different foods didn't bother him in the slightest, it was something to learn from and grow from. The ambassador soon announced the first course, there was a definite aroma in the air from the meal but Myker couldn't say it was particularly unique. When the monk set a plate in front of him, Myker nodded a small thanks before the server busied himself with something else. [ LT Joshua Niles - Guest Lobby, Talor Prime ]There wasn't much to be said after the call to sit down came, and as luck would have it, it turned out one of the nearest available seats was near the Commander's. Well, this was a social event all right, but it was still on Talor Prime, and as L'Sho's guest, both factors that actually rankled to some degree. But, maybe it was misplaced pride, he wasn't about to let the former Primary see him sweat or run off. No way in hell. However, seeing how there were no chairs but instead cushions around a low table, Niles immediately felt like doing just that. Or, at least, hobble away as fast as the pain in his leg would allow him... and he found himself cursing having left his cane behind. This was going to be less than fun all right. In fact, it took him what felt like nearly an eternity to lower himself to the cushion, and his bum leg was extended under the table, which at least was wide enough he wasn't likely to be playing footsies with someone else. Then, the first course was announced. Seafood. Of course it would have to be seafood, and he found that a glass of wine appeared past his shoulder just after his food had hit the table. Well, time to start... but safety first. His small, single-purpose scanner came from his pocket and he waved it over every component, rewarded every time with a silent green light. Nothing that wouldn't play nice with his meds. Though, with what Vulbrix said, Niles had to shake his head. "Let's just say I've learned to be a little more... circumspect about food and drink since I was accidentally poisoned on shore leave." [Felicity Ellis - Guest Lobby]"Oh, that's nice," Felicity responded in an equally as flat, deadpan tone at Vulbrix's assurances that they, indeed she would be missed if poisoned. "Maybe you could do my eulogy, Ensign. That'd be lively, I'm sure."It was very difficult to keep a straight face, but she did manage. Another great challenge was the sight of Joshua Niles scanning his food. Food that his hosts had prepared for him. With a tricorder. Swiftly, she turned her head away. If she pretended not to see it, perhaps she wouldn't have to get involved. She could only hope that L'Sho was too wrapped up in chatting to Lieutenant Th'zhaar to notice the grave insult that was unfolding at his ridiculously low dinner table. Felicity enjoyed a bet every now and then, and to be sure her money would go on the Ambassador tossing them all out for the offense, and perhaps sentencing Niles to naked death by lake monsters. Felicity had no idea if that was a thing, though it sounded very Talorian to her. Her face was turning a shade of red and even she wasn't quite sure if that was second-hand embarrassment, barely controlled mirth, or the wine. The latter being her favourite part of the meal so far. With dainty motions, she split part of a let'ki and took a bite. She chewed, then chewed some more, taking her time to decide whether or not she liked it. By the time she swallowed she decided that the wine was still the winner.
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , softs: Joshua Niles , table. [ Shavan Th’zhaar - Guest Lobby] Noticing the strong and graceful way the Talorian moved, and the wry grin that followed everything, Shavan’s own intrigue and satisfaction grew. Of course, he was at least somewhat aware of who he was talking to; aware of the complicated diplomatic situation, that L’Sho was powerful, and potentially dangerous, and that many at this table seemed to be avoiding involvement with him. That only made him want to do it more. Copying L’Sho’s way of handling the utensil, he took a bite of the let’ki. It was, indeed, delicious. Meanwhile, he considered an answer to the question, aware of the audience and other eyes on them. While his feelings toward home, and both sides of his heritage were complicated, there remained a strong pride in where he had come from. “My people enjoy fine food and each other’s company.” His dark eyes lingered on the Talorian’s at the last part. ”On Orion, social events involve a lot of dancing, passion… and happen often, yes.” [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]"We are similar in this regard, it seems," L'Sho pointed out, seeming satsified with something. He took a sip of wine, returned the goblet to the table and continued speaking with Shavan. His words were for the Lieutenant alone, yet his voice was loud enough to carry. "Our important social events will begin at sun set, and continue until the following sunrise. Allies are met, bonds are deepened, bellies and beds are filled."The humans were much too prudish to understand or appreciate the wealth of personal business that can be completed without the restraints of their societal norms and rules. They clipped their own wings. They were soft, they were sensitive, they were... Scanning the food. Ambassador L'Sho set down his eating utensil, and picked up his wine again. His gaze fell on Joshua Niles. "Perhaps our humans would like to order from the children's menu," he offered aloud, though there was nothing remotely generous about his tone.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Joshua Niles , softs table. [ Ensign Myker Vulbrix – Guest Lobby – Talor Prime] The Commander’s response to his words about being poisoned was met with amusement even if Myker didn’t outwardly express anything of the sort. ”Don’t worry you won’t be there to witness it.” He quipped in response, tone deadpan as usual, before taking a sip of the wine, it had a complex flavour he didn’t care for. Also, intoxication wasn’t on his list of plans for shore leave. Socializing hadn’t been on that list either but here he was attending a banquet organized by someone with clear hostilities towards humans and otherwise. It was enough to make even the most civil person roll their eyes and pray for a swift exit. Maybe someone would be poisoned? That would give them all an out, since it didn’t seem the Commander or Niles were overly keen on attending. It seemed duty bound them all to be in attendance. Him included. Myker took a bite of meal served him and it tasted much like one would imagine seafood would, of course it was expertly cooked or so he assumed, what did he know? He couldn’t effectively cook eggs without it ending disaster. His mention of conversation seemed to have caused some concern all around, but Myker wasn’t concerned. ”There are faster and cleaner ways to rid themselves of us.” He pointed out as his attention was drawn to Niles, who was scanning the food, openly. Even if the man wasn’t scanning for poison, it could certainly cause offence and the Ambassador’s dislike for them would warrant extra care on their part. This was probably why Niles wasn’t in communications. There was little time to hope the Ambassador wouldn’t notice as his voice rang over the chatter. If the Ambassador hadn’t thought of poisoning them before he probably would now. ”Looks like we’re going to find out sooner rather than later.” Myker grumbled under his breath as he visibly face-palmed, humans…couldn’t take them anywhere. Felicity Ellis for Felicity Joshua Niles Soft: L'Sho and general
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Oct 28, 2021 22:02:09 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Guest Lobby, Talor Prime ]{Quoted Post(s)} [Felicity Ellis - Guest Lobby]"Oh, that's nice," Felicity responded in an equally as flat, deadpan tone at Vulbrix's assurances that they, indeed she would be missed if poisoned. "Maybe you could do my eulogy, Ensign. That'd be lively, I'm sure."It was very difficult to keep a straight face, but she did manage. Another great challenge was the sight of Joshua Niles scanning his food. Food that his hosts had prepared for him. With a tricorder. Swiftly, she turned her head away. If she pretended not to see it, perhaps she wouldn't have to get involved. She could only hope that L'Sho was too wrapped up in chatting to Lieutenant Th'zhaar to notice the grave insult that was unfolding at his ridiculously low dinner table. Felicity enjoyed a bet every now and then, and to be sure her money would go on the Ambassador tossing them all out for the offense, and perhaps sentencing Niles to naked death by lake monsters. Felicity had no idea if that was a thing, though it sounded very Talorian to her. Her face was turning a shade of red and even she wasn't quite sure if that was second-hand embarrassment, barely controlled mirth, or the wine. The latter being her favourite part of the meal so far. With dainty motions, she split part of a let'ki and took a bite. She chewed, then chewed some more, taking her time to decide whether or not she liked it. By the time she swallowed she decided that the wine was still the winner.
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , softs: Joshua Niles , table. [SCPO Jovireh Velal - Talor Prime - Guest Lobby]As Jov sat down with the rest, she felt a gentle nudge against her mind from Ic. It was brief, but seemed to be filled with concern, and considering whom he had just walked away from she could guess what he was concerned about. "I know," she told him silently, lacing her thoughts with a touch of reassurance. "I'll talk to him before anything happens." This would be so much easier if Shavan was a telepath... It was going to be difficult to warn him verbally without causing a scene. Hearing the word 'poison' spoken a couple of times brought her back to those sitting near her, and she noticed Josh waving a device over his food. "Fvadt![fn]Romulan expletive[/fn] I forgot to bring my tricorder." She had been planning on making sure there was nothing amiss in the food or beverages served... But she'd been a bit distracted after leaving the hot springs. Oh well, nothing she could do about it now. So she took another sip of her wine, and picked up the pronged utensil to sample what had been set in front of her, briefly imagining Kaelpra sitting beside her and excitedly explaining each item to her.
Tag Ic Arbrell Soft Felicity Ellis Joshua Niles Myker Vulbrix [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]"We are similar in this regard, it seems," L'Sho pointed out, seeming satsified with something. He took a sip of wine, returned the goblet to the table and continued speaking with Shavan. His words were for the Lieutenant alone, yet his voice was loud enough to carry. "Our important social events will begin at sun set, and continue until the following sunrise. Allies are met, bonds are deepened, bellies and beds are filled."The humans were much too prudish to understand or appreciate the wealth of personal business that can be completed without the restraints of their societal norms and rules. They clipped their own wings. They were soft, they were sensitive, they were... Scanning the food. Ambassador L'Sho set down his eating utensil, and picked up his wine again. His gaze fell on Joshua Niles. "Perhaps our humans would like to order from the children's menu," he offered aloud, though there was nothing remotely generous about his tone.
Tags: Shavan Th'zhaar , Joshua Niles , softs table. [ Ensign Myker Vulbrix – Guest Lobby – Talor Prime] The Commander’s response to his words about being poisoned was met with amusement even if Myker didn’t outwardly express anything of the sort. ”Don’t worry you won’t be there to witness it.” He quipped in response, tone deadpan as usual, before taking a sip of the wine, it had a complex flavour he didn’t care for. Also, intoxication wasn’t on his list of plans for shore leave. Socializing hadn’t been on that list either but here he was attending a banquet organized by someone with clear hostilities towards humans and otherwise. It was enough to make even the most civil person roll their eyes and pray for a swift exit. Maybe someone would be poisoned? That would give them all an out, since it didn’t seem the Commander or Niles were overly keen on attending. It seemed duty bound them all to be in attendance. Him included. Myker took a bite of meal served him and it tasted much like one would imagine seafood would, of course it was expertly cooked or so he assumed, what did he know? He couldn’t effectively cook eggs without it ending disaster. His mention of conversation seemed to have caused some concern all around, but Myker wasn’t concerned. ”There are faster and cleaner ways to rid themselves of us.” He pointed out as his attention was drawn to Niles, who was scanning the food, openly. Even if the man wasn’t scanning for poison, it could certainly cause offence and the Ambassador’s dislike for them would warrant extra care on their part. This was probably why Niles wasn’t in communications. There was little time to hope the Ambassador wouldn’t notice as his voice rang over the chatter. If the Ambassador hadn’t thought of poisoning them before he probably would now. ”Looks like we’re going to find out sooner rather than later.” Myker grumbled under his breath as he visibly face-palmed, humans…couldn’t take them anywhere. Felicity Ellis for Felicity Joshua Niles Soft: L'Sho and general There were no nice ways to do what Niles needed to do; one bad experience had been enough, and for most official functions, there would have been no need for him to do just this. Those things tended to be planned ahead to a fare thee well and there was plenty of time to exchange information so that either the hosting kitchen staff could avoid certain ingredients, or individuals with specific medical needs could be briefed as to what to avoid or preventative measures to take. But given there had been effectively no warning about this banquet, so it meant none of that particular bit of legwork could be done. Which meant he had been reduced to but three options: gamble that there would be nothing that might cause trouble, scan each course, or be conspicuously absent. None of the three was an ideal course of action; one well might end up with him throwing up on the table, another would give great insult. Which least the least suboptimal one of scanning his food. "Mister Ambassador, please accept that I intended absolutely no offence. Due to the short notice before the banquet you are so graciously hosting, there was no time to review the menu and see if there might be any unfortunate, and absolutely unintentional of course, interactions with medication I am required to take as a result of injuries sustained in the line of duty. I sincerely apologize if I have given you cause to believe you were offered any insult." Oh, Niles could not have mistaken the insult levelled against him, but instead of rising to it he did not responded in kind, but instead with his best diplomatic voice and the best consular smile he could manage. Given just how touchy L'Sho was at the best of times, this was the best he could do: offer apology, let the insult slide, and refuse to let himself be beaten. "I am, in fact, thrilled to try Talorian cuisine for the first time."And, putting deed to his words, he returned the thumb-sized scanner to his jacket pocket, and tried the food before him. Which, to be entirely fair, was actually quite good.
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Oct 29, 2021 2:22:33 GMT
[ Ensign Ic Arbrell— Guest Lobby, Talor Prime] The Ambassador’s remarks leached through Ic’s veins like a poison of its own. Everything, and that meant everything, was going as badly as he could possibly have imagined. There was a worm on the plate in front of him, and Ic Arbrell was a vegetarian. The Ambassador was offended that Lieutenant Niles was verifying his own ability to eat the worm. Commander Ellis’ flash of emotion concerning the affront seemed to collide physically with the side of his face. To escalate this, Jovireh had actually felt the nudge. Ic wasn’t altogether sure if he appreciated being heard and acknowledged more than it made him anxious. He was grateful she’d picked up on his mounting concern, and glad that she agreed, but there shivered a distinctive withdrawal through his brightly-lit nerves that always came when he realized how easily he could become a burden to someone. Although perhaps it was just runoff from his chief predicament in which she’d just become entangled, he was sorry for that, too. As much as he wanted to tuck himself into her side (damn, if she felt that impulsive psychic curl against her) and worry all night ( please don’t worry about me), Ic remained still, still staring at the worm. A vegetarian, the thought asserted, with a firm belief against (in fact, nigh on fear of) eating anything sentient. While it was extraordinarily unlikely that this creature had actually contributed to the orchestra of things he was able to feel in their multitudes, Ic remained hesitant to touch it with the utensil he handled after a moment watching— and suffering over— Shavan and L’Sho. (Be careful what you wish for, Ic. ((Pretend I’m not even here.)) You just might get it.) Behind his ribs and beneath his bleak self-pity, he could feel the smallest ember of jealousy begin to burn. He tried to put it out with a bite of bitter worm. Oh g—“Ha'la T’Rok,” he looked up at the Talorian nearby him at the end of the table, black eyes wide and softly pleading in a sudden scramble to reclaim himself before his stomach and heart, separately, revolted. “Will you be relieved of duty at any point tonight?”
tag L'Sho (t'rok) // soft tag Jovireh Velal
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 29, 2021 18:14:10 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Talor Prime - Guest Lobby]
To make matters worse, the Ambassador had also seen Niles scanning the food. The tension in the room grew, and Jov suddenly felt as though she was a pinball being unintentionally batted around the table. An elbow nudge here, a bump against a plate there, emotions ricocheting around from all sides. Her hand paused holding the utensil, wrist resting against the edge of the table. Closing her eyes, she lifted her other hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath to fight against the empathic onslaught. Strangely enough, it seemed the only person she wasn't picking anything up from was Myker... And she momentarily envied the strength of his blocks.
From the edge of her awareness, she heard Niles apologize and offer an explanation for his actions. At least it was better than getting argumentative, but she'd had enough dealings with L'Sho to know it probably wouldn't make a difference. The meal had just started and it was already a disaster.
After a few more deep breaths, she had managed to push back the wave of others' emotions, and opened her eyes once more. Unaware that her face had paled a couple shades, she focused her gaze on the food in front of her and took another slow bite.
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L'Sho
Civilian
Primary Eggplant
Posts: 60 Likes: 4
Position: Talorian Ambassador to the UFP
Species: Talorian
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Post by L'Sho on Oct 29, 2021 18:52:39 GMT
[Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]He would rather be listening to Lieutenant Th'zhaar. In fact, Ambassador L'Sho would rather be listening to one of his irritatingly precocious children, than this grandiloquent human. How laborious he was. And he was somehow managing to blame L'Sho himself for not providing him with a menu in a timely manner. Suddenly, L'Sho felt all of his eleventy plus years. "A simple 'no' would have sufficed." He took a sip of his wine, quite obviously unimpressed. And while he might have appeared slow to make efforts to learn about his human peers, the opposite was in fact the case. He had made a study of them. One did not require gifts in telepathy - which he had not, or gifts in heightened perception - those he had in spades, to realise that half of the table was waiting with bated breath for the explosion. He licked his lips, taking his time, holding everyone on the precipice before reeling them back in. "In my culture, guests are treasured. They are welcomed into our home and may treat it as their own. As such, I take your insult in the manner it was intended."Amber eyes flashed along with the clear message; it was a grave offense, but as a guest, Niles was allowed the rudeness. "I will soon be a guest of the Federation once again, and I will repay you in kind."He smiled, then returned his attention to Shavan Th'zhaar. [Ha'la T'Rok - Guest Lobby]It was so unusual for someone to address him directly at events such as these, that T'Rok almost did not hear his name. As it was, it registered a little late, which probably did not say much for the bodyguard's reflexes. A small smile lit up his expression as he regarded the chu'ta, not quite understanding why the question was being asked. "Likely not, Ensignic." The let'ki was cooked perfectly and it was delicious. T'Rok often ate well in L'Sho's company, but this was beyond even his usual fare. He used his flat utensil to smear some of the reduction and garal together. "The Ambassador does not trust easily. L'Vysh'ta and I are his two most trusted. And as she is not present, I will stand guard outside my Kam'Do's chambers this evening."He thought nothing of divulging that information to Ensignic. He did not deem him to be a threat, and it was information readily available. He smiled again, and then returned his attention to the morsels wrapped around the tines of his fork. Once they were in his mouth, the explosion of flavour did not disappoint. The faint taste of the lake, the sweet punch of the foamy ramba reduction, the tenderness of the... The heat. The heat of the let'ki... Too much heat! The Talorian's colour changed. He sucked in a breath, trying to cool himself, trying to calm, but nothing was getting in. As his airways began to seal closed, he grasped at his throat. He clawed, eyes wide, terrified for the first time in the burly bodyguard's life. Then he reached, hands out toward nothing - air. Empty air. He toppled over to the ground, losing consciousness. L'Sho, his face a picture of surprise, stood and began to shout orders. It was then that he noticed the monks had left them.
Tags: Joshua Niles , Jovireh Velal , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix , Rin Zakir
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Myker Vulbrix
Engineering/Ops
[TI21]
Posts: 130 Likes: 6
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position: Communications
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Myker Vulbrix on Oct 30, 2021 19:15:02 GMT
{Spoiler}{Spoiler}{quotes} [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]He would rather be listening to Lieutenant Th'zhaar. In fact, Ambassador L'Sho would rather be listening to one of his irritatingly precocious children, than this grandiloquent human. How laborious he was. And he was somehow managing to blame L'Sho himself for not providing him with a menu in a timely manner. Suddenly, L'Sho felt all of his eleventy plus years. "A simple 'no' would have sufficed." He took a sip of his wine, quite obviously unimpressed. And while he might have appeared slow to make efforts to learn about his human peers, the opposite was in fact the case. He had made a study of them. One did not require gifts in telepathy - which he had not, or gifts in heightened perception - those he had in spades, to realise that half of the table was waiting with bated breath for the explosion. He licked his lips, taking his time, holding everyone on the precipice before reeling them back in. "In my culture, guests are treasured. They are welcomed into our home and may treat it as their own. As such, I take your insult in the manner it was intended."Amber eyes flashed along with the clear message; it was a grave offense, but as a guest, Niles was allowed the rudeness. "I will soon be a guest of the Federation once again, and I will repay you in kind."He smiled, then returned his attention to Shavan Th'zhaar. [Ha'la T'Rok - Guest Lobby]It was so unusual for someone to address him directly at events such as these, that T'Rok almost did not hear his name. As it was, it registered a little late, which probably did not say much for the bodyguard's reflexes. A small smile lit up his expression as he regarded the chu'ta, not quite understanding why the question was being asked. "Likely not, Ensignic." The let'ki was cooked perfectly and it was delicious. T'Rok often ate well in L'Sho's company, but this was beyond even his usual fare. He used his flat utensil to smear some of the reduction and garal together. "The Ambassador does not trust easily. L'Vysh'ta and I are his two most trusted. And as she is not present, I will stand guard outside my Kam'Do's chambers this evening."He thought nothing of divulging that information to Ensignic. He did not deem him to be a threat, and it was information readily available. He smiled again, and then returned his attention to the morsels wrapped around the tines of his fork. Once they were in his mouth, the explosion of flavour did not disappoint. The faint taste of the lake, the sweet punch of the foamy ramba reduction, the tenderness of the... The heat. The heat of the let'ki... Too much heat! The Talorian's colour changed. He sucked in a breath, trying to cool himself, trying to calm, but nothing was getting in. As his airways began to seal closed, he grasped at his throat. He clawed, eyes wide, terrified for the first time in the burly bodyguard's life. Then he reached, hands out toward nothing - air. Empty air. He toppled over to the ground, losing consciousness. L'Sho, his face a picture of surprise, stood and began to shout orders. It was then that he noticed the monks had left them.
Tags: Joshua Niles , Jovireh Velal , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix , Rin Zakir [ Myker Vulbrix - Guest Lobby] Myker was observing how Niles would diffuse the situation, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut and telepathy wasn’t needed to know that. When it seemed the situation was resolved at least as much as it could be, things briefly settled and the conversation picked up again. No doubt the Ambassador would make things difficult next time he was on Front Ear or the Mac but that was a bridge to cross when arrived. Myker was observing, choosing not to involve himself too much in any one conversation for fear of missing something important. A decision he would be grateful for moments later when L’Sho’s right hand suddenly seemed to be struggling. Myker was up on his feet and moving towards the Talorian. ”Contact the Mac, it looks like Anaphylactic shock. He needs medical attention now!” His voice was steady, calm but commanding in a way he hadn’t put in force since his days with the Resistance. Did it matter that he was outranked? Even if it did, the Betazoid didn’t care, a life was in the balance and something as trivial as rank shouldn’t put a stop to the saving of that life. He wasn't a doctor but he'd been alive long enough to know T'Rok was losing precious minutes the longer they waited. The Ambassador's orders were falling on deaf ears since his monks' had vanished. Suspicious but not something Myker focused his attention on, his focus was on T'Rok. Myker grabbed one of the cushions they’d been sat on to place under the Talorian’s head. Whatever repercussions followed would be nothing compared to the monster that would secure itself in his very being should the man die because he did nothing. L'Sho for T’Rok and general tags
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Oct 30, 2021 20:58:45 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Guest Lobby]Felicity cringed at L'Sho's response to Niles. It was nowhere near as smooth as his usual delivery, in fact it was quite pointed, which was a sure sign that he was legitimately offended. She resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose as the beginning tendrils of a migraine began to spread behind her eyes. She took another sip of wine - probably not the best idea, but it was all she had. For a moment she had the absurd notion that the Ambassador's bodyguard was putting on a floor show to break the heavy mood, but it soon became clear that he was choking. Felicity put her wine down and stood, a little unsteadily, from her cushion on the floor. There were words and raised voices around her but she kept her attention on T'Rok. It became clear that the Talorian was not choking on his let'ki as she'd initially assumed, but seemed to be having some sort of reaction. "Okay, keep calm, please," she said to the others, trying to make sure order remained. As some foaming substance began leaking from T'Rok's mouth, she lowered herself next to him. "No," she muttered as Vulbrix pushed the cushion beneath his head, "No elevation. He needs to be on his side. Someone give me a tricorder."Felicity hadn't been a CMO in many years. There was no expectation for her to know the Talorian physiology, but now she needed a rudimentary picture of how they worked, and how much they'd be able to do to them effectively, and where. She didn't bother to look at anyone else as she gave her orders. "Secure the room. Someone bag up Ha'la T'Rok's dish." Her face was lowered, her body almost to the ground as she stared at T'Rok's colouring face. She reached out to touch the light blue liquid that was spilling from the corners of his mouth, then pressed hard on his chin to open it. She wasted no time in scooping out the building foam. =/\= "Ellis to Mac. I'm attaching this commbadge to Ha'la T'Rok, who is experiencing laryngospasm following consumption of an as yet unknown substance. Standby for emergency medical transport." =/\= She pulled her badge from her sleeve and slapped it onto T'Rok's chest. "Ambassador, explain." She looked up at the other Talorian in the room, tone suddenly sharp.
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Jovireh Velal , Joshua Niles
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Oct 30, 2021 23:44:05 GMT
[SCPO Jovireh Velal - Talor Prime - Guest Lobby]Oh great, in retaliation for Josh's offense, L'Sho was going to become even more of a problem. And Josh would be traipsing off with Commander Taggert and leaving her to deal with it. Velal took another deep breath to calm her rising anger, pushing it back below a surface of calm. Calm that was swiftly disrupted by a commotion at the far end of the table. Looking over, it took a moment to process what was happening with the bodyguard. When it suddenly became clear that the Talorian was in trouble, Jov surged to her feet, narrowly missing the edge of the table with her knees. Myker and Felicity got to his side first, and Jovireh nodded in acknowledgement at the order to secure the room. Striding towards the main entrance, she began issuing orders of her own. "Niles, secure the far door! Arbrell, gather up as much of the food as you can. Use a napkin if you have to. Th'zhaar, run to my room. There's a duffle bag beside the bed. Grab everything that's in the front pocket and bring it back." Her duty belt and accompanying gear would come in handy. Her own combadge, a tricorder, a pair of restraints and a phaser. While hopefully the latter wouldn't be necessary, she would rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Taking up her own place in front of the door, she turned back to survey the scene just in time to hear the Commander's biting question. And he wonders why we don't trust him... But it only took a moment of observation to realize this had not been the Ambassador's idea. The shock was evident on his face. So the Chief kept her own voice neutral as she addressed him. "Ambassador, I offer our full assistance in the investigation, if you want it."
Tag Joshua Niles Ic Arbrell Shavan Th'zhaar L'Sho
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Ic Arbrell
Science
[TI33] [TI33]
Posts: 161 Likes: 21
Rank: Ensign
Position: Quantum Physicist
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Ic Arbrell on Oct 31, 2021 1:12:38 GMT
[Ensign Ic Arbrell — Guest Lobby, Talor Prime]
There was hardly time for Ic to process what evinced from his new friend’s sincerity before he found every little notion dissolved by the sudden violet of ha’la T’Rok’s fear. Disappointment stalled, loneliness held its breath; a seditious, doting scheme died, forgotten in every hyper sense. For a moment, he felt helpless (he was helpless) but to watch the unreal scene that played across the table, breaking the banquet’s tension in every present thought. He felt his stomach shift with worse things than the unwelcome introduction of meat. Please be okay.
With each increasing pound of that large Talorian heart, Ic’s own sped faster to match it, until he was sure it was no longer his own pulse that fluttered tightly in his throat. He placed the heat (—heat, T’Rok had felt, but from what?) in his own nerves, as if he could trace it by will alone. He searched for it in his own mouth, for the poison that others had intimated, but he had not cared enough to avoid, and found none.
Anaphylaxis, Myker said, and moved to assist in the absence of the monks who had formerly attended them. Commander Ellis sprang to action then, and Ic stared on, hot and diffuse, with hands pressed against the table to brace and center him, and to think. There were others better trained than he, and even if Ic could pick that man up, he’d just be in the way of those who could actually help.
T’Rok had eaten confidently; he did not see an allergen he recognized in his meal. So someone knew and snuck a substance into the worm (let’kee, he called it), or maybe the let’kee was not let’kee and this was how Talorian bodies reacted to poison, or— please be okay.
Ic paid attention to the Ambassador as his head and his senses direly reeled in as many directions as there were conscious people remaining at the table. Who would hurt T’Rok, and why, if they could just as easily have done worse to L’Sho in the same way?
He heard his name in Jovireh’s voice, and then a set of orders. The physicist looked across the table full of food, and thought how little help a napkin would be for the job. The black shift of his dress, though, would do, wouldn’t it? No one would mind if he just— took it off and tore it up to save a man’s life, right? (right?)
The silk ripped easily at its seams. In little more than the remaining sheer drape, Ic stacked the plates on the former garment and tied the wrapped evidence at the top like a grim picnic lunch. Please be okay.
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Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Oct 31, 2021 3:35:07 GMT
[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Guest Lobby] Shavan had gone quiet, giving the appearance of focusing on the food during the exchange about scanning it, but listened to both sides with some amusement. When L’Sho turned back to him, he set his wine glass down, intent on continuing their conversation as though nothing had happened. However, his efforts to charm the Ambassador were soon interrupted once again… by a very different problem. At the sounds of a struggle, he immediately looked down the table, eyes narrowing as he saw the Talorian bodyguard collapse. His first instinct was to look to his own half-eaten let’ki, then to L’Sho’s beside him. Though neither of them, nor anyone else around the table, seemed to be feeling any ill effects… and Niles had just scanned his food. In the aftermath, others rushed to help and orders were given. Shavan stood when the others did, but otherwise remained still, senses trained not on T’Rok, but on the rest of the room. The monks were gone. One might expect the bodyguard to be collateral damage in an attempt against L’Sho… except he had clearly only eaten the food meant for him. Which meant that all of this could very well be a diversion. His attention was then caught by the sound of his name, in an order from Jovireh. Which might have taken some getting used to, were it not far from the most pressing concern. Though he did want to see if L’Sho had anything to say… and would not be surprised if suspicion and blame were thrown around, causing chaos exactly as intended. So he did indeed run. Watching for any trace of the potentially murderous monks, he quickly made his way through the hotel to Jovireh’s room and gathered up the items, sparing no time for anything else. Reentering the lobby a few minutes later, he approached and handed the gear to Jovireh. Meanwhile his gaze found the Ambassador again, taking in what had transpired since. Jovireh Velal
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L'Sho
Civilian
Primary Eggplant
Posts: 60 Likes: 4
Position: Talorian Ambassador to the UFP
Species: Talorian
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Post by L'Sho on Oct 31, 2021 12:47:52 GMT
[Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]One by one L'Sho discounted potential responsible parties as he watched his long-trusted bodyguard lose consciousness on the floor. The Ambassador had many enemies; some old, some new, some he knew well while others would be strangers to him. The Federation were new enemies, and though this crew in particular were far too gormless to take the initiative in such a thing, he could not completely discount them. The only reason he hadn't as yet drawn weapons or called for assistance from his own planet's security forces was because the most likely culprits were his own people. The conspicuous absence of the monks were a sure sign, along with the simple fact that his ha'la had been poisoned, and not L'Sho himself. This was a message. He looked at the Commander when she addressed him. "It is likely hrak'to. An odorless, tasteless poison, extracted from a rare clam found in the Southern Seas." He chose to assume her tone was of business, and not of accusation. The unexpected words from the Security female pulled his attention away from T'Rok's still body. "The offer is appreciated. However, I fear it will serve only our own curiosity, as the Council of Scholars will not cooperate." L'Rek would see to that, as he had seen to this warning. The new Primary could get him any time, any where. It was a play taken directly out of L'Sho's own book. He looked back at the human Commander then and began moving closer to his ha'la. "He will be dead in less than five minutes."
Tags: Jovireh Velal , softs to all.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Oct 31, 2021 20:15:05 GMT
[ LT Joshua Niles - Guest Lobby, Talor Prime ]{Quoted Post(s)} [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]He would rather be listening to Lieutenant Th'zhaar. In fact, Ambassador L'Sho would rather be listening to one of his irritatingly precocious children, than this grandiloquent human. How laborious he was. And he was somehow managing to blame L'Sho himself for not providing him with a menu in a timely manner. Suddenly, L'Sho felt all of his eleventy plus years. "A simple 'no' would have sufficed." He took a sip of his wine, quite obviously unimpressed. And while he might have appeared slow to make efforts to learn about his human peers, the opposite was in fact the case. He had made a study of them. One did not require gifts in telepathy - which he had not, or gifts in heightened perception - those he had in spades, to realise that half of the table was waiting with bated breath for the explosion. He licked his lips, taking his time, holding everyone on the precipice before reeling them back in. "In my culture, guests are treasured. They are welcomed into our home and may treat it as their own. As such, I take your insult in the manner it was intended."Amber eyes flashed along with the clear message; it was a grave offense, but as a guest, Niles was allowed the rudeness. "I will soon be a guest of the Federation once again, and I will repay you in kind."He smiled, then returned his attention to Shavan Th'zhaar. [Ha'la T'Rok - Guest Lobby]It was so unusual for someone to address him directly at events such as these, that T'Rok almost did not hear his name. As it was, it registered a little late, which probably did not say much for the bodyguard's reflexes. A small smile lit up his expression as he regarded the chu'ta, not quite understanding why the question was being asked. "Likely not, Ensignic." The let'ki was cooked perfectly and it was delicious. T'Rok often ate well in L'Sho's company, but this was beyond even his usual fare. He used his flat utensil to smear some of the reduction and garal together. "The Ambassador does not trust easily. L'Vysh'ta and I are his two most trusted. And as she is not present, I will stand guard outside my Kam'Do's chambers this evening."He thought nothing of divulging that information to Ensignic. He did not deem him to be a threat, and it was information readily available. He smiled again, and then returned his attention to the morsels wrapped around the tines of his fork. Once they were in his mouth, the explosion of flavour did not disappoint. The faint taste of the lake, the sweet punch of the foamy ramba reduction, the tenderness of the... The heat. The heat of the let'ki... Too much heat! The Talorian's colour changed. He sucked in a breath, trying to cool himself, trying to calm, but nothing was getting in. As his airways began to seal closed, he grasped at his throat. He clawed, eyes wide, terrified for the first time in the burly bodyguard's life. Then he reached, hands out toward nothing - air. Empty air. He toppled over to the ground, losing consciousness. L'Sho, his face a picture of surprise, stood and began to shout orders. It was then that he noticed the monks had left them.
Tags: Joshua Niles , Jovireh Velal , Shavan Th'zhaar , Ic Arbrell , Myker Vulbrix , Rin Zakir [ Myker Vulbrix - Guest Lobby] Myker was observing how Niles would diffuse the situation, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut and telepathy wasn’t needed to know that. When it seemed the situation was resolved at least as much as it could be, things briefly settled and the conversation picked up again. No doubt the Ambassador would make things difficult next time he was on Front Ear or the Mac but that was a bridge to cross when arrived. Myker was observing, choosing not to involve himself too much in any one conversation for fear of missing something important. A decision he would be grateful for moments later when L’Sho’s right hand suddenly seemed to be struggling. Myker was up on his feet and moving towards the Talorian. ”Contact the Mac, it looks like Anaphylactic shock. He needs medical attention now!” His voice was steady, calm but commanding in a way he hadn’t put in force since his days with the Resistance. Did it matter that he was outranked? Even if it did, the Betazoid didn’t care, a life was in the balance and something as trivial as rank shouldn’t put a stop to the saving of that life. He wasn't a doctor but he'd been alive long enough to know T'Rok was losing precious minutes the longer they waited. The Ambassador's orders were falling on deaf ears since his monks' had vanished. Suspicious but not something Myker focused his attention on, his focus was on T'Rok. Myker grabbed one of the cushions they’d been sat on to place under the Talorian’s head. Whatever repercussions followed would be nothing compared to the monster that would secure itself in his very being should the man die because he did nothing. L'Sho for T’Rok and general tags [Felicity Ellis - Guest Lobby]Felicity cringed at L'Sho's response to Niles. It was nowhere near as smooth as his usual delivery, in fact it was quite pointed, which was a sure sign that he was legitimately offended. She resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose as the beginning tendrils of a migraine began to spread behind her eyes. She took another sip of wine - probably not the best idea, but it was all she had. For a moment she had the absurd notion that the Ambassador's bodyguard was putting on a floor show to break the heavy mood, but it soon became clear that he was choking. Felicity put her wine down and stood, a little unsteadily, from her cushion on the floor. There were words and raised voices around her but she kept her attention on T'Rok. It became clear that the Talorian was not choking on his let'ki as she'd initially assumed, but seemed to be having some sort of reaction. "Okay, keep calm, please," she said to the others, trying to make sure order remained. As some foaming substance began leaking from T'Rok's mouth, she lowered herself next to him. "No," she muttered as Vulbrix pushed the cushion beneath his head, "No elevation. He needs to be on his side. Someone give me a tricorder."Felicity hadn't been a CMO in many years. There was no expectation for her to know the Talorian physiology, but now she needed a rudimentary picture of how they worked, and how much they'd be able to do to them effectively, and where. She didn't bother to look at anyone else as she gave her orders. "Secure the room. Someone bag up Ha'la T'Rok's dish." Her face was lowered, her body almost to the ground as she stared at T'Rok's colouring face. She reached out to touch the light blue liquid that was spilling from the corners of his mouth, then pressed hard on his chin to open it. She wasted no time in scooping out the building foam. =/\= "Ellis to Mac. I'm attaching this commbadge to Ha'la T'Rok, who is experiencing laryngospasm following consumption of an as yet unknown substance. Standby for emergency medical transport." =/\= She pulled her badge from her sleeve and slapped it onto T'Rok's chest. "Ambassador, explain." She looked up at the other Talorian in the room, tone suddenly sharp.
Tags: Myker Vulbrix , Jovireh Velal , Joshua Niles [SCPO Jovireh Velal - Talor Prime - Guest Lobby]Oh great, in retaliation for Josh's offense, L'Sho was going to become even more of a problem. And Josh would be traipsing off with Commander Taggert and leaving her to deal with it. Velal took another deep breath to calm her rising anger, pushing it back below a surface of calm. Calm that was swiftly disrupted by a commotion at the far end of the table. Looking over, it took a moment to process what was happening with the bodyguard. When it suddenly became clear that the Talorian was in trouble, Jov surged to her feet, narrowly missing the edge of the table with her knees. Myker and Felicity got to his side first, and Jovireh nodded in acknowledgement at the order to secure the room. Striding towards the main entrance, she began issuing orders of her own. "Niles, secure the far door! Arbrell, gather up as much of the food as you can. Use a napkin if you have to. Th'zhaar, run to my room. There's a duffle bag beside the bed. Grab everything that's in the front pocket and bring it back." Her duty belt and accompanying gear would come in handy. Her own combadge, a tricorder, a pair of restraints and a phaser. While hopefully the latter wouldn't be necessary, she would rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Taking up her own place in front of the door, she turned back to survey the scene just in time to hear the Commander's biting question. And he wonders why we don't trust him... But it only took a moment of observation to realize this had not been the Ambassador's idea. The shock was evident on his face. So the Chief kept her own voice neutral as she addressed him. "Ambassador, I offer our full assistance in the investigation, if you want it."
Tag Joshua Niles Ic Arbrell Shavan Th'zhaar L'Sho [ Ensign Ic Arbrell — Guest Lobby, Talor Prime] There was hardly time for Ic to process what evinced from his new friend’s sincerity before he found every little notion dissolved by the sudden violet of ha’la T’Rok’s fear. Disappointment stalled, loneliness held its breath; a seditious, doting scheme died, forgotten in every hyper sense. For a moment, he felt helpless (he was helpless) but to watch the unreal scene that played across the table, breaking the banquet’s tension in every present thought. He felt his stomach shift with worse things than the unwelcome introduction of meat. Please be okay.With each increasing pound of that large Talorian heart, Ic’s own sped faster to match it, until he was sure it was no longer his own pulse that fluttered tightly in his throat. He placed the heat (—heat, T’Rok had felt, but from what?) in his own nerves, as if he could trace it by will alone. He searched for it in his own mouth, for the poison that others had intimated, but he had not cared enough to avoid, and found none. Anaphylaxis, Myker said, and moved to assist in the absence of the monks who had formerly attended them. Commander Ellis sprang to action then, and Ic stared on, hot and diffuse, with hands pressed against the table to brace and center him, and to think. There were others better trained than he, and even if Ic could pick that man up, he’d just be in the way of those who could actually help. T’Rok had eaten confidently; he did not see an allergen he recognized in his meal. So someone knew and snuck a substance into the worm ( let’kee, he called it), or maybe the let’kee was not let’kee and this was how Talorian bodies reacted to poison, or— please be okay.Ic paid attention to the Ambassador as his head and his senses direly reeled in as many directions as there were conscious people remaining at the table. Who would hurt T’Rok, and why, if they could just as easily have done worse to L’Sho in the same way? He heard his name in Jovireh’s voice, and then a set of orders. The physicist looked across the table full of food, and thought how little help a napkin would be for the job. The black shift of his dress, though, would do, wouldn’t it? No one would mind if he just— took it off and tore it up to save a man’s life, right? (right?) The silk ripped easily at its seams. In little more than the remaining sheer drape, Ic stacked the plates on the former garment and tied the wrapped evidence at the top like a grim picnic lunch. Please be okay.[ Shavan Th’zhaar - Guest Lobby] Shavan had gone quiet, giving the appearance of focusing on the food during the exchange about scanning it, but listened to both sides with some amusement. When L’Sho turned back to him, he set his wine glass down, intent on continuing their conversation as though nothing had happened. However, his efforts to charm the Ambassador were soon interrupted once again… by a very different problem. At the sounds of a struggle, he immediately looked down the table, eyes narrowing as he saw the Talorian bodyguard collapse. His first instinct was to look to his own half-eaten let’ki, then to L’Sho’s beside him. Though neither of them, nor anyone else around the table, seemed to be feeling any ill effects… and Niles had just scanned his food. In the aftermath, others rushed to help and orders were given. Shavan stood when the others did, but otherwise remained still, senses trained not on T’Rok, but on the rest of the room. The monks were gone. One might expect the bodyguard to be collateral damage in an attempt against L’Sho… except he had clearly only eaten the food meant for him. Which meant that all of this could very well be a diversion. His attention was then caught by the sound of his name, in an order from Jovireh. Which might have taken some getting used to, were it not far from the most pressing concern. Though he did want to see if L’Sho had anything to say… and would not be surprised if suspicion and blame were thrown around, causing chaos exactly as intended. So he did indeed run. Watching for any trace of the potentially murderous monks, he quickly made his way through the hotel to Jovireh’s room and gathered up the items, sparing no time for anything else. Reentering the lobby a few minutes later, he approached and handed the gear to Jovireh. Meanwhile his gaze found the Ambassador again, taking in what had transpired since. Jovireh Velal [Ambassador L'Sho, former Primary of Talor, former Supreme Commander of the Talorian Armada - Guest Lobby]One by one L'Sho discounted potential responsible parties as he watched his long-trusted bodyguard lose consciousness on the floor. The Ambassador had many enemies; some old, some new, some he knew well while others would be strangers to him. The Federation were new enemies, and though this crew in particular were far too gormless to take the initiative in such a thing, he could not completely discount them. The only reason he hadn't as yet drawn weapons or called for assistance from his own planet's security forces was because the most likely culprits were his own people. The conspicuous absence of the monks were a sure sign, along with the simple fact that his ha'la had been poisoned, and not L'Sho himself. This was a message. He looked at the Commander when she addressed him. "It is likely hrak'to. An odorless, tasteless poison, extracted from a rare clam found in the Southern Seas." He chose to assume her tone was of business, and not of accusation. The unexpected words from the Security female pulled his attention away from T'Rok's still body. "The offer is appreciated. However, I fear it will serve only our own curiosity, as the Council of Scholars will not cooperate." L'Rek would see to that, as he had seen to this warning. The new Primary could get him any time, any where. It was a play taken directly out of L'Sho's own book. He looked back at the human Commander then and began moving closer to his ha'la. "He will be dead in less than five minutes."
Tags: Jovireh Velal , softs to all. And as if L'Sho's tone not screaming that he considered individual medical needs a personal offence even when there had been none of the usual legwork to ensure they could be seen to had not been enough, his bloody bodyguard dropping to the floor, and the room exploding in activity was truly pushing Niles to the point of screaming his frustration at simply not being able to claim any sort of a win these days. And when he was ordered to secure a door, it took him all of his willpower to not simply snarl back that he was on bloody leave. "That might be a problem, Chief," he replied; he could tell that getting back up would be unpleasant already. And a while it definitely would be as he tried to get both his legs underneath him, but the one that sported the prosthesis was stubbornly refusing to plant itself properly and bear his weight without sending a spike of pain that felt like it originated deep in his cybernetic ankle, all the way to his very biological hip. And he had not brought down any standard issue equipment from the ship beyond his credentials, PADD and commbadge. No tricorder, no weapon, not even a bloody uniform. He was on leave and had planned to enjoy it! But he was damn well going to try, at the very least. He was still partly convinced that there were those who wanted just to see him quit, and he wasn't about to give any of them the satisfaction of not pushing as hard as he bloody could. Damn that little genetic poisoned gift he'd inherited from his mother's side of the family! But at least there was something that the labourious process of getting back to his feet was good for, he had time to think. The bodyguard was getting poisoned? That was certainly unusual all right. Now, whatever the toxin used, maybe it was only hazardous to Talorians? But if L'Sho hadn't dropped, then either he'd built an immunity, somehow, or only the one plate had been hit. That was odd. Eventually, he managed to stand, silently cursing not having taken his cane along for the evening. But he had to communicate his thoughts. "Chief, a thought. Usually people don't assassinate bodyguards." Of course, given just how much of Eastman's creature Velal was becoming, he found himself wondering if she would actually take what he was saying seriously, or if she would dismiss it the same way the old woman would have because he didn't have an evidence locker full of incontrovertible proof to back what was common wisdom. And while he certainly was no expert in ground combat, black ops or close protection, he knew that if a security element was being directly targeted, it was usually because there would be a follow-on strike. But most likely, there was a mixup in the kitchen or with a server, and the plate destined for a much more logical target wound up in front of the bodyguard.
Tag Jovireh Velal Soft all around.
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